Hiroshima-style okonomiyaki at Okonomi-mura: So good even Don liked it.
Edna used chopsticks successfully on her first try.
Mom's first kebab (enjoyed in unlikely Gion). Umai!
Catch of the Day at Wheelers, the best bar in Kinki.
Now let me tell you about my recurrent dream. I'm strolling along and feeling a bit thirsty, when I happen upon a vending machine. Not just ANY vending machine, but a DR. PEPPER vending machine. A squeal of joy rises from my parched throat as I count the yen in my pocket. Then it hits me: "Dr. Pepper? I must be dreaming!" That's when I wake up. Only this time, it wasn't a dream... it was Hiroshima!
By the way, no one has as many recurrent dreams as I do. The other night, again, I had the one where I'm watching the sunset around 1:00am. I thought, I used to dream about this, but I haven't since I moved here. (I forgot until just now, when I was typing this.)